My train of thoughts and bogies of love.
Missing You
Let me count the ways
of you missing me
As i sit to recount
i fail to move forward
for my heart skips a beat
everytime i begin
to count.
So wholly emracing
is this cloud of feeling
that i remain afloat
and simply precipitate.
I begin contemplating
about you in one state
but transformed into another
in your company.
Poetry by Sona

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Written on 2023-05-03 at 19:23




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